Flutterbies

I wonder why they were called butterflies and not flutterbies...because they sure tend to flutter on by when I try to capture them in a photograph.
Remember when we were kids, any where there was a mud puddle, there would be all kinds of butterflies. One I don't often see around here are the tiny little silver ones....not sure what they are called, but I don't think they are an inch long even. Oh, I see one once in a blue moon, but that is about it.

Puss Puss is rough on butterflies....I have seen her chase one all over the yard, leaping for it. Run up trees, and jump out after it, and finally actually catching it by doing just that. Of my four cats, she is the most dedicated hunter. Always catching the least bit of movement and going on the alert.

The cardinals have moved on...I don't think they had babies yet. But I am sort of relieved because I don't think the cats caught one of them...usually if they catch a bird, mouse, or mole, they bring it to show us. They like to share that way.

But the cats are just being cats, and I love them. Each one has a distinct personality. My four now are so totally different than the four I had a few years ago. The ones I have now never listen to me...and I am meaning never. Except one time last Christmas Bubbie was about to start with the Christmas tree and I yelled at him, really mad in fact, and he looked at me and actually stopped. I think that was the one and only time any have ever listened. They don't look when I call their name, much less come to me.

The four I had before, well, one was mine, one for each of my daughters and the other....she came here and claimed us all. One of my daughter's cats came from the humane shelter, and was older, but she still knew her name...all of them knew their name, came to their name, I don't remember the one we got from the pound ever doing much for me to tell her no or get down...but the other three all knew what the word no mean, they all got down when I told them, and they came to their name.

With our cats now, we call ourselves the cat herders part of the time; the rest we are just doormen.

I want to leave you with a couple quotes which I find to be so true....if you want to read more go here.

"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God."
- Unknown

"Dogs have owners, cats have staff."
- Unknown

"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow. "
- Jeff Valdez

Out the rear window

We had to hurry home yesterday evening...storms with the possibility of golf ball sized hail was predicted for the county we were in.
We actually noticed the sky and started home before we heard the forecast, but once we heard it, we were a bit more serious about getting home.
We noticed this cloud start forming, but we were in too big of a hurry for me to stop and get a good photo of it...so I was trying to snap shots of it as it changed. We never did get any real bad weather, though we did have some storms after we got home.

We have been planning on getting a GPS for a while now....the past two or three times we have been out we have wished we had one for one reason or another. Last night we really needed one...we were in an area we had never been before, and even though I have an Indiana atlas, for the most part it gives county road numbers, but they have since been given names such as Arney Rd, and other names I don't remember how to spell.

Anyway, I ordered a GPS last night...next I need one of those things my brother talks about that gives the GPS coordinates of each picture taken. I started out with the intention of trying to retrace the roads we took on a drive this past winter but did not succeed.

Let's talk...

I have been MIA as far as blogging goes for a few days...not because anything is really wrong...just had other things on my mind. We have been seeing quite a bit of the little girl seen above...such joy to be found with her.

The above was taken last Friday...we were in Terre Haute on other errands but of course stopped to see her. She was out in the back yard with her mommy and Otto. I cannot think how old Otto is, but I think at least 3, if not 4 but he is a perpetual puppy. A big, goofy puppy at that, that LOVES everyone and everything...I have seen him growl and mean business at one person walking by, and Sarah has seen him growl at one dog.

You may think that is two too many, but if you knew how busy his neighborhood is, you would have to wonder what the two were up to. There are so many people that walk by, lots of them walking their dogs. And oh, does he bark....but it is to announce, 'Hey, I am here--come see me! I want to play!' And I think most people know that and recognize the bark for what it is.

When Roger and I got there Friday, he was thrilled to death to see us...as was Lorelei. But he was a bit more insistent on attention. Well, we had given him his snacks, and had petted him and he had walked a few steps away from us...I suppose lost in his own world. Lorelei walked up from behind and started petting him, and he started to squirm and get all rambunctious thinking it was us, but soon as he turned his head and seen it was her, he just melted...just settled down and stood so still and let her beat on his back. She can pet him, she can beat him, she can do anything to him and he just does not care.

Now to Lorelei, she has become a Papaw's girl...she just wants all of his attention. It is just so cute and funny to watch her watch him. If he isn't looking, she'll shout 'PAPAW!' and smile from ear to ear. We kept her Saturday, while Sarah got ready for open house, which the realtor was holding Sunday. She had taken the dogs and cat to the kennel just to not have to worry with them. Sunday they came up here while the open house was going on...

While Lorelei was with us Saturday, she mentioned Oddie Doddie two or three times, so I feel it was only natural for us to want to be there when Sarah went and got the animals. We got there Monday morn just about the time Sarah was ready to go get them. We played with the toot, and she kept herself busy...after a bit Sarah returns. She is in and out of the house a time or two and Lorelei doesn't realize it...she is over playing with something...just totally engrossed in whatever it was.

Then she heard Otto's toenails on the floor, she threw down her toy, and went running to the gate, all the while yelling 'Oddie Doddie' and giggling and reaching her arm through the gate to get him. She was so thrilled to see him...I let her on in with them and she just could not get enough, and had this big smile on her face. Her face would have lit up a room.
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Nothing else exciting has been happening...we are still having a lot of rain. Roger mowed the yard three times in nine days...and it needed it really bad each time. It us supposed to be clear today, so since I want to hang clothes out I best get busy with that.